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Got an even BETTER idea for the arranged marriage AU prompts and y'all are either gonna hate it or love it

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lotus-eater [LOH-tuh s-ee-ter] noun; a person who leads a life of dreamy, indolent ease, indifferent to the busy world; daydreamer.
Word of the Day: Lotus-Eater
Lotus-Eater (loh-tuh s-ee-ter)
Noun
1. a person who leads a life of dreamy, indolent ease, indifferent to the busy world; daydreamer
2. Classical Mythology. a member of a people whom Odysseus found existing in a state of languorous forgetfulness induced by their eating of the fruit of the legendary lotus; one of the lotophagi
Enemies
Summary: One of Lotus-Eaterâs encounters with one of his worst nemeses, Black Hawk. Authorâs Note: I wanted to write something for Heroic AU Jackdaw (or in this case not so heroic). This was meant to be quick but it took me an hour wtf
Lotus-Eater and Gabriel
A short Heroic AU fic
âWhy do you keep following me?!â
Lotus lifted his head and smiled, despite the taste of blood in his mouth.
âBecause youâre cute?â He suggested. Gabriel glared from where he stood in front of the hero. Lotus lost the smile and instead tried tugging against the restraints around his wrists.
âI know Iâve been trouble, but how about you untie me and we can talk, hmm? I can explain everything.â
Gabriel scowled and stepped forward, grabbing the collar of Lotusâs shirt and shoving him against the wall.
âWhy are you following me.â He repeated. Lotus grimaced before his charming air faded to something more serious, locking eyes with Gabriel.
âBecause youâre better than this.â Lotus told him, âDo you honestly think that crime pays off? Youâre going to end up in jail. Let me help you, Gabriel.â Gabrielâs grip tightened on Lotusâs shirt.
âI donât want your help.â He growled.
âThereâs something good in you, honey. I know there is.â Lotus said firmly. Gabriel shoved him against the wall again before releasing him.
âDonât call me honey.â He leant around and untied the rope around Lotusâs wrists before gripping the back of the heroâs neck and yanking him to his feet, âIf I catch you coming after me again I promise I wonât be as nice.â He all but threw Lotus towards the window. Lotus stumbled and looked back over his shoulder, lips pulled into a frown as he then picked his coat up from the floor.
âIâm right.â He affirmed, âAnd you know it.â
âGo.â Gabriel ordered. Lotus shook his head but nonetheless went to the window and climbed through it. Gabriel barely waited for his fingers to leave the windowsill before pulling the window closed after him.

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Lately, Iâve felt like Iâm wrapped in a cloudâmy soul seems distant, leaving behind only an empty shell of flesh. Itâs not an unpleasant feeling, just one that leaves me uncertain of what to do with the space it creates. Making more wind chimes shall suffice.
The Lotus-eater Machine
From âFunlosophyâ, a series of articles for a newsletter.
Sitting around in lockdown, staring at the same ten walls (or however many interior walls your house has), escapism can be a very appealing pursuit. There are many forms of escapism, but here weâll be looking at a theoretical, sitting-in-one-place, ultimate method of escaping the humdrum or suffering of life in this world.
In the Homeric epic the Odyssey, Odysseus and his intrepid chums stumble across a land populated by the âlotus-eatersâ. These guys do nothing more than sitting around eating from the Lotus plants that grow there, which puts them in a continual blissful state where the problems and cares of the world melt away into total insignificance. Odysseus was a stick-in-the-mud and stopped his men from partaking in the local culture, whisking them away to the next land, where they would be eaten by a cyclops.
Imbibing narcotics as a form of escapism is clearly something people have been enjoying for thousands of years, but the idea of âlotus-eatingâ has been applied to philosophical discussion: to what extent would people choose to escape real life?
Robert Nozick put forward the idea of a lotus-eater machine, which he termed the âExperience machineâ, a device that people could plug into that would simulate a perfect and happy existence. He was using the thought experiment to refute the philosophical concept of hedonism, especially in classical utilitarianism, but weâre going to focus on the aspect of escapism. The concept didnât originate with Nozick, of course; the idea of an experience machine that simulates a better existence to real life has been the topic of science fiction at least as far back as the 1920s, and the conclusions drawn are often reflective of society at the time.
The main thrust of the thought experiment is, would you choose to plug in?
Our lotus-eater machine will perfectly simulate a blissful and wonderful life, with enough realism that you wonât be aware of its artificiality while youâre plugged in. Life will be exactly what you want it to be â the lotus-eater machine will be programmed to precisely your desires, and you will be âpulled outâ at ten-year intervals to check youâre still happy with the program. Each time you are plugged back in, you will have no memory of these checks, or indeed the outside world at all. The simulated life will be a perfect and fulfilling existence, free from regret or real-world-homesickness at least while youâre plugged in. You wonât see your friends or family, or interact with anything that actually exists, but the facsimiles in the simulation will be completely believable, quite possibly improved.
So, by indulging our escapism, exchanging the harsh realities of life for an ideal existence, are we losing anything? The world within is simulated, but as real to our minds as the actual world. Since the only thing we can be sure of in this life is our own experience, would this life actually be any less ârealâ, despite its artificial beginnings?
Consider whether you would choose to plug in. Would your choice be different if you were aware it was a simulation, and that the real world waited outside? If you object to the idea of living in a false reality, can you pinpoint what exactly you would be missing? If itâs âreal interactionsâ or âreal struggle and achievementsâ, are you sure this would matter if your mind was convinced all experiences in the machine were real?
Finally, imagine if, as you were reading this, you were suddenly woken, to find yourself sat in a machine, a technician standing before you. They explain that you have spent the past X years in their simulation machine, presenting a better world than the real one. They give you the option of leaving and heading into a world that would presumably be far less pleasant than the one youâve been experiencing, the one you thought was the âreal oneâ. Or, the technician says, you can plug back in, and continue to enjoy the life of the lotus-eater. What would you do?
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